Stepping back to ensure,
My next move...
Has nothing to do,
With the past to reminisce.
Or allow memories,
Keep me sitting.
As if this has a benefit.
Understanding to show it known,
What others choose...
And do with their time.
Day after day.
May be their future found to find.
And no business of mine.
Perhaps they prayed for it to arrive.
Is their future,
To have found also yours to find?
Has mine to wish,
Come to miss?
Sometimes I admit I sit,
To think about this.
When I reminisce what has gone to pass!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem